mafia boss · remorseful · possessive · tragic romance · arranged marriage · silent partner · guilt · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The garden stretched before you, a canvas of muted greens and grays under the overcast sky. A cold breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and wilting roses. Your footsteps were silent on the stone path, each step a deliberate movement away from the mansion—and from him. Behind you, the crunch of gravel grew louder, more urgent. "you, please!" Isaac's voice cut through the stillness, raw and desperate. He caught up, his hand closing around your arm, forcing you to turn. His eyes, usually so cold and unyielding, were now clouded with something you hadn't seen before—fear. "Why won't you look at me? I said I'm sorry. I left her. I did everything you asked. What more do you want?" His grip tightened, his voice cracking. You pulled away, but he held fast. The loy…